Sweeping Reform or Whack-A-Mole? by Cynthia Johnston

If success were measured by who we piss off, then we’re definitely on the right track with Attorney General Eric Holder’s staff memo telling the Justice Department not to stomp on Colorado and Washington for legalizing marijuana. Yes, indeed. A whole bunch of cops were royally pissed off.

And they all signed an open letter to the AG voicing their displeasure. “Law enforcement becomes infinitely harder for our front-line men and women given the Department’s position,” they kvetched.

The signature list reads like a flashback to a Las Vegas convention infamously attended by Dr. Hunter S. Thompson in 1971. It includes the Major County Sheriffs’ Association, the National Sheriffs’ Association, the Association of State Criminal Investigative Agencies, the International Association of Chiefs of Police, the National Narcotic Officers Associations’ Coalition, the Major Cities Chiefs Police Association and the Police Executive Research Forum. In Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Thompson describes the law enforcement gathering as “a crowd that was convened for the stated purpose of putting people like us in jail.” The same goes for the crowd who complained to the AG about allowing marijuana legalization to go forward in Colorado and Washington.

Cops Left Out of the Loop

It seems the Obama
administration’s announcement came as an even bigger surprise to law
enforcement than it did to some cannabis activists. “I must admit,” kvelled Ethan
Nadelmann of the Drug Policy Alliance, “I was expecting a yellow light from the
White House. But this light looks a lot more green-ish than I had hoped.”

Given scant warning the announcement was coming, police
groups took the snub personally. “It is unacceptable that the Department of
Justice did not consult our organizations – whose members will be directly
impacted – for meaningful input ahead of this important decision,” they wrote.
“Our organizations were given notice just thirty minutes before the official
announcement was made public and were not given the adequate forum ahead of
time to express our concerns with the Department’s conclusion on this matter.”

This provides a certain bitter satisfaction, I must admit.
But if you measure success by who gets left in the dust behind the administration’s
so-called sweeping reforms, then there’s not much to celebrate.

The Horror

Richard Flor, Montana’s first registered medical marijuana caregiver, died in federal prison on August 30, 2012.

A Vietnam veteran and medical marijuana patient, Richard Flor (68), who was suffering from diabetes, a heart condition, hepatitis C, osteoporosis, broken bones and colon cancer, died in federal custody at a for-profit state prison in Las Vegas, Nevada. He’d been warehoused in private prisons for six months awaiting transfer to a federal medical facility. He never made it.

His daughter, Kristin Flor, is dedicated to exposing her family’s treatment by the justice system and to advocate for other “plant prisoners” currently in federal custody for providing, in compliance with state laws, a plant that heals.

She describes her dad calling from prison, begging for help.
He had a broken collar bone, a broken shoulder bone – eight broken bones in all.
Her calls to the Prison Bureau and the Federal Marshall’s office went
unanswered. “He lay there and cried out for help,” she said, her voice
cracking. He had undiagnosed colon cancer and suffered intense stomach pain.
“The nurses and doctors accused him of faking it. They just let him lay there
with no health care at all.” After four months he was transferred to another private prison in Las Vegas. Kristin heard from her dad a couple more times and then she never heard from him again. It turns out he’d had two heart attacks and flat-lined twice in a prison hospital. He’d suffered for eighteen hours before she was called and told he’d been placed on life support. When she arrived in Las Vegas, they told her he wasn’t going to make it.

“I had to decide to take my dad off life support.” Watched by two guards who never left the room, she said goodbye to her father. “I kissed him until his body turned cold. I stayed there with him a few more moments and when they started taking the covers off of him, I realized he was still shackled to the bed.”

He had been shackled every day while in custody. “What my dad hated about the shackles is he had all these broken bones!” Sometimes denied a wheelchair or a walker, he was forced to walk on broken bones. He eventually lost the ability to walk altogether, but they still kept him shackled.

Meanwhile, Flor’s wife Sherry and son Justin were both given federal prison sentences for their involvement in the family’s state-compliant medical marijuana collective. Sherry was the book-keeper. Justin operated the dispensary and took care of the backyard garden. Kristin had to tell her mother by phone that she had taken her father off life support. Sherry’s request for compassionate release to bury her husband was denied. “Prison is no place to grieve,” she wrote.

“In the eyes of his friends and colleagues,” said former partner Tom Daubert, Richard Flor was “functionally murdered by the federal government’s draconian enforcement of prohibition.”

Try not to get tunnel vision looking for the problem.

Keep working on the solution.

~ Journalist Mickey Martin, August 31, 2013

Rather than sink into negativity, I will keep the words of my distinguished colleague, Mr. Martin, in mind. After all, the Obama Administration is allowing recreational marijuana. That shoots holes right through the DEA’s laughable opinion that marijuana has no medical value. So what? The president has opened the floodgates of policy reform for recreational marijuana, virtually inviting other states to do the same.

There’s certainly some satisfaction in that. But real satisfaction will only come when our marijuana POWs are set free and law enforcement stops waging war on people they are sworn to protect and serve. So, in spite of the euphoria in some circles about the latest announcement, it’s hard to shake the feeling that there’s still a “million pound shithammer,” to use a phrase only Hunter Thompson could have come up with, hanging over our heads.

Xtreme Whack-A-Mole

“We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we

teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.”

~ Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

In an article entitled Big Police Needs to Evolve on Weed, Diane Wattles Goldstein, of Law Enforcement Against Prohibition (LEAP) says it’s not the medical marijuana industry in California that makes it harder for line cops to do their job, but rather “the intransigence of our law enforcement leaders.”

Indeed, U S attorneys lost no time in dismissing the new guidelines. In an East Bay Express story entitled, “U S Attorney Melinda Haag to Continue Crackdown Despite White House Directive,” the U S Attorney’s office for the Northern District of California stated “…for the most part it appears that the cases that have been brought in this district are already in compliance with the guidelines. Therefore, we do not expect a significant change.”

Los Angeles attorney Allison Margolin suggested the AG simply start having his staff report to him weekly so he can keep a tighter rein on their activities. But until something like that happens, the raids will continue and more patients will go to prison.

Battle Lines Being Drawn

Opponents of legalization held their “first annual” National Marijuana Policy and Strategy Conference on September 23-24, 2013 in Rancho Cucamonga, California. Hosted by Paul Chabot of the Coalition for a Drug Free California and Calvina Fay of the Drug Free America Foundation, among others, it featured speakers from Citizens Against Legalizing Marijuana (CALMca.org), the Marijuana Eradication Task Force, DARE, Nip It In The Bud USA, the former Assistant U.S. Attorney who organized the Crime/Drug Enforcement Task Force, and the lead expert on marijuana dispensary litigation in the case of Riverside v. Inland Empire Patients Health and Wellness Center. That’s the landmark ruling by the California Supreme Court allowing cities to ban medical marijuana dispensaries.

The host and speaker list was long
and represented, once again, a crowdconvened for the stated purpose of putting people like us in jail.

Fool Me Twice…

I’m not here to burst any bubbles – we have gained
tremendous ground. But before we declare victory, let’s remember that we’ve
been here before.

The first time our esteemed AG made a BFD out of a memo to his prosecutors was October 19, 2009, when Deputy Attorney General David W. Ogden informed United States Attorneys that they had better things to do with taxpayer dollars than persecute medical marijuana patients and providers. They called it the Ogden Memo and it was a big hit. A whole bunch of us jumped up and down, waving our new emancipation proclamation in the air like Mardi Gras hankies. Free at last, free at last....

“…prosecution of individuals with cancer or other serious illnesses who use marijuana as part of
a recommended treatment regimen consistent with applicable state law, or those
caregivers in clear and unambiguous compliance with existing state law who
provide such individuals with marijuana, is unlikely to be an efficient use of
limited federal resources.”

But here’s the kicker. There’s another line in the Ogden Memo we cannabis
advocates tend to screen out, to wit: “The
prosecution of significant traffickers of illegal drugs, including marijuana,
and the disruption of illegal drug manufacturing and trafficking networks
continues to be a core priority in
the Department’s efforts against narcotics and dangerous drugs, and the
Department’s investigative and prosecutorial resources should be directed
towards these objectives.”

That is how, as of August, 2013, the DEA had justified sending storm-troopers to raid 270 state-compliant medical marijuana establishments since Obama took office, squandering three hundred million taxpayer dollars in the process. It’s the reason an American citizen was busted for pot every 48 seconds in 2012. It’s how America got into the monstrous for-profit prison business.While medical marijuana advocates cling to the part about
people with serious illnesses and their caregivers, law enforcement hangs it’s
hat on the other part. Because they get to decide what’s “illegal,” that
incantation has magically transformed gardeners and caregivers into drug trafficking
organizations, or “DTOs.” That is just one way, in the words of former federal
prosecutor Ken White, “people convicted of drug crimes make up nearly half the
federal prison population.”

And it’s why we lock up people like the world’s oldest living hemophiliac, Dale C. Schafer (61) – a legitimate, card-carrying California medical marijuana patient. Schafer is also an attorney, former candidate for District Attorney of El Dorado County, and husband of fellow incarcerated medical marijuana patient, cancer survivor Dr. Mollie Fry. He could have been spared years of unremitting hell. But no.

Cruel, As Usual

When we first checked in, Dale Schafer was five excruciating
months into a five-year mandatory minimum sentence. He was suffering “pain like
a toothache” from multiple bleeds into his weight bearing joints. He also
suffered from five herniated disks, failed back surgery, degenerative joint
disease, spinal stenosis and severe arthritis in virtually every joint. From
the day he entered the system at Sacramento
County jail on May 2nd, 2011, Schafer had
been moved from one prison to another while being systematically denied medication
for his constant pain, which on most days reached level ten on a scale of ten.

Schafer had been on a carefully monitored pain management
program with his hematologist until he and his wife, cancer survivor Dr. Mollie
Fry, began serving federal prison sentences for conspiracy to manufacture and
distribute marijuana. The lawyer and the doctor turned themselves in on May 2nd, 2011, to
serve federal prison sentences for providing patients with medical marijuana
according to California’s
Compassionate Use Act. They ran a medical marijuana collective in full
compliance with state law and with the full knowledge of local law enforcement
officials. They also had a backyard marijuana garden, where they grew no more
than forty-four plants a year – well under the legal limit of ninety-nine
plants.

Had they been allowed an affirmative (medical marijuana)
defense in court, the jury would have known all of that, and may have ruled
differently. But theirs was a federal case where state medical marijuana law does
not apply. When a defendant is denied the
right to tell the whole truth by the court itself, how can justice even
begin to be served? This is one problem desperately in search of a solution – whether
it takes an act of Congress or an act of God. At this point, smart money is on
God.

When people are raided for doing something they were
encouraged to do by the government that raids them, that’s classic whack-a-mole.
Too many people found out the hard way that no matter what you do to comply
with the law – no matter how many lawyers you hire, no matter how righteous you
are – you’re still wrong. If they want you, they will get you.

On May 27th, 2011, Schafer’s daughter Heather and son Jeff,
struggling to manage the chaos of their disrupted home life (all five kids from
Mollie and Dale’s blended family, two grandchildren and one on the way, were
living together in their parents’ home) told us their dad was in San Bernardino
County jail, notorious for a twelve-hour riot in 2009 in which over 300 inmates
were injured. They emphasized that he was in the general population with no
prescription pain medication.

As I was reading about Dale Schafer on August 17, 2013, I received a “Solidarity Alert! .… Aaron Sandusky in a
bad way.... Big Spring
FCI is in a dangerous state and the media is not covering it at all. He is
injured and the place is in lock down....”

Again, Eric Holder’s memos have done nothing to help current
non-violent drug “offenders,” also known as medical marijuana dispensary owners
like Aaron Sandusky, who is serving a mandatory minimum sentence in a federal
prison in Texas – with a heart condition and an undisclosed injury. But I
digress.

After about two weeks in Sacramento County
jail, according to a blog he later posted, Schafer was transferred to San Bernardino County Central
Detention Center.
He’d endured a bus trip that took over twelve hours, on hard plastic seats,
with no pain medication. Once at San
Bernardino, he received no pain medication for another
four days. By then he was suffering from withdrawal as well as his untreated
pain, and still had not seen a doctor.

At this point he was in the medical ward, although still in
the general population, waiting to see an outside pain management specialist to
determine his “true need for narcotics.” He was also waiting for transfer to a
federal prison facility. Given his experience so far, he didn’t bother to give
out the San Bernardino
County address, knowing
he could be transferred any day, at any time.

On Friday,
July 1st, 2011, Shafer sent a message from “inside the Prison
Industrial Complex” at the Federal
Detention Center
in Honolulu, Hawaii, saying he was in his fourth facility
in less than two months. He wrote that after about three weeks at San Bernardino County he was bused to Pahrump, Nevada.
“As usual,” there was no pain medication for him when he arrived. A day later
he saw a doctor and found out they were a non-narcotic facility. “I spent four
days there in solitary withdrawing from the Norco.”

After four days he was awakened at 2:00 AM and told he was being flown to Hawaii. He was given
muscle relaxers on the flight from Las
Vegas, but no pain meds. “We were not allowed to even
stand up for the almost six-hour flight. Since arriving in Honolulu, it has been a nightmare.”

It took another four days before he was given Tylenol with
Codeine. His family sent medical records and he complained in writing several
times, but the prison doctor refused to prescribe anything stronger, or even
talk to him – so he started a grievance process.

“The whole system is barbaric,” he wrote. “If the nurse
announces pill time and you don't hear it, they leave without giving you your
meds. There are several diabetics who have missed their insulin because you
can't hear the pill call person.” When Schafer started whistling to alert the
other inmates, the guards made him stop.

Diesel Therapy

Two and a half months later, on Thursday, September 15th,
Heather posted on Facebook:

“Have not heard from mom or dad in days.” Her sister Carol
had spoken to their father on Saturday, she wrote. “He was at Pahrump, at the
Western Regional Distribution Facility and had not been given anything for pain
since Wednesday of the previous week. My poor daddy!”

As of September
20th, 2011, according to the Federal Bureau of Prisons website,
Dale C. Schafer, Register #15839-097 was “In Transit.”

Upon hearing of Schafer’s latest address change, former medical
marijuana POW Tom Kikuchi remarked that he was being subjected to “diesel
therapy." A form of punishment, prisoners subjected to diesel therapy are
shipped on buses over a matter of days or weeks, during which time they have no
address at which to receive mail, no personal property, and no access to the
commissary system for paper, stamps, vitamins, toiletries or staple foods such
as nuts and canned meat. They also can’t order their prescription meds. Because
the bus engine is never shut off, the inmates inhale diesel fumes the whole
time they’re on board.

As a prisoner of the drug war who served four years in
federal prison for cultivating medical marijuana, Tom Kikuchi is familiar with
the middle-of-the-night wake-ups to travel to yet another unknown facility. For
security reasons, prisoners get no warning when the next leg of travel will
occur. With no idea how long he would be shackled without access to a bathroom,
he would never ingest more than a few sips of water a day. He explained that
local jails get paid a daily rate to house federal prisoners in transit. For
example, in 2008 the “cost per offender per day” in Oklahoma was $58.02. The projected cost for
2010 was $62.34; another two bucks a head in 2011, and so on. “Communities
build oversized prison facilities and then get on the government dole to pay
for them,” said Kikuchi. Prisoners are shipped on “circuitous routes” around
the country to keep those facilities funded.

On September 18th, Heather blogged that she finally got to
talk to her dad. He had been "In Transit" for ten days. “We don't
know exactly where he is but he is on a unit with the other 120 guys that are
all supposed to go, with him, to Taft, [California].
None of them have any idea when they will be leaving their current location. He
has not been given any of his meds for the ten days he's been in transit. So he
can't eat or sleep and he is totally miserable.”

The Reaper Strikes
Behind Bars

But it was Tom Kikuchi who witnessed the ultimate in prisoner abuse: He saw an inmate die right in front of him for lack of medical care.

As he wrote in the essay “Medical Malfeasance,” he had just settled down in his bunk at the Federal Correctional Institution (FCI) in Sheridan, Oregon with a clip-on reading light and a book when he heard “a strange noise” coming from the cubicle next to his. “It was a sudden gurgling, burping sound like a stuck drainpipe releasing a big bubble of air.”

His cube mates knew the “new guy” had a serious heart condition and got up to check on him. No response. They began shouting for help. The lights went on and “all 120 of us got up to witness a grim sight.” The guards arrived quickly and the stricken inmate was laid out in the center aisle. “The image I will take with me forever was the deathly blue-gray pallor and the look of asphyxiated agony on the body’s face.”

Once the body was rolled away, the other inmates heard about the dead man’s heart condition (remember Aaron Sandusky? In a federal prison in
Texas,
injured, with a heart condition — to this
day?) and about his many trips to the prison infirmary with severe chest
pains. He had repeatedly been given aspirin and told to come back. Assigned to
the prison gardening crew, he had never been allowed to rest. For two months
this went on, and then he was dead.

“The moral of the story is when in prison, never get sick
and never get hurt,” wrote Tom Kikuchi, “because despite all the government’s
propaganda, medical assistance in federal prison is incompetent at best and
barbaric at its worst.”

Obviously one solution to these grotesque prison conditions, at least in the case of California where the governor was ordered by the United States Supreme Court to reduce the state prison population by some 10,000 people, would be to release non-violent drug offenders, particularly the sick and elderly. Instead of complying with the Supreme Court mandate, Governor Jerry Brown asked for a three year delay. Without a delay, he threatened to spend $315 million per year sending inmates to overcrowded county jails and private, for-profit prisons owned by the likes of Corrections Corp of America (which we exposed in a previous Dispatch.

“The definite trend in the rest of the nation is to go away from incarceration,” said Don Specter, director of Prison Law Office, the organization that sued over prison overcrowding. “Instead, California is going in the direction of another incarceration binge.”

Most disturbingly, Governor Brown has stated that the best health care some prisoners ever get is in prison – while patients, gardeners and caregivers suffer and sometimes even die there.

As of September 22, 2013, Dale C. Schafer, inmate #15839-097 has been transferred to a half-way house in Lompoc, California, with a projected release date of September 8, 2015. He never should have been imprisoned in the first place.

In an article entitled, Holder’s Promise: Drug Sentencing Will Change, Los Angeles attorney Allison Margolin says Attorney General Holder should be “making allowances for the early release of elderly non-violent federal prisoners, and encouraging states to come up with diversion programs that would steer people away from prison and re-entry programs that would help reintegrate those who have gone to prison.”

Besides the early release of non-violent drug offenders, and
a mandate for federal judges to allow an affirmative defense in medical
marijuana cases, certain biased judges need to be flushed off the bench
altogether. In Aaron Sandusky’s case, judge Percy Anderson was so rabidly biased
against medical marijuana, he accused Aaron’s court supporters of being
degenerates as he handed Aaron a mandatory minimum sentence of ten years in
federal prison.

Aaron Sandusky, inmate#63038-112 is still sick and hurt somewhere in the Federal Correctional Institution in Big
Spring, Texas, located midway between Dallas and El Paso. His release date is May 8, 2021. If he lives
that long.

Again, he probably wouldn’t be there if a medical marijuana
defense had been allowed in court. Or if the Attorney General’s new sentencing guidelines had been in place when he was charged. The least the AG could do is make them retroactive.

Under the AG’s new guidelines, announced on August 12, 2013 in a speech to the American Bar Association, "certain low-level non-violent drug offenders who have no ties to large scale organizations, gangs or cartels will no longer be charged with offenses that impose draconian mandatory minimum sentences," he said.

That sounds promising. However, under the new guidelines, although prosecutors may not use the weight of drugs seized in a raid to trigger mandatory minimum sentences, they are merely advised to exercise discretion in filing charges. In the end, the power is still in the hands of the prosecutors.

"Great and terrible power, exercised with some

lenience, is still great and terrible power."

~ Former federal prosecutor Ken White

So, what to do? Author Ken Kesey used to say, “Put your good where it will do the most.” First of all, let your state legislators know you want sensible medical marijuana regulations, because without them, under the new guidelines, all medical marijuana establishments could be deemed “illegal.”
Ask your Congressional representatives to support specific pro-marijuana and
hemp legislation. Sit in court with a medical marijuana defendant. Write a
letter to a “plant prisoner.” But also, as we say in Hollywood, have fun with it.For instance, on Monday, September 23rd, 2013, a coalition of pro-marijuana activists organized a rally to End Reefer Madness from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m in Rancho Cucamonga, California – in the plaza outside the National Marijuana Policy & Strategy Conference taking place inside. All known pro-legalization conference attendees had been excluded (and their ticket money refunded) from attending what they called “a taxpayer funded narcotics officer conference to undermine Prop. 215 and the marijuana legalization political process.”

Upon learning that the cannabis crowd would honor the spirit
of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson by “attending” the big anti-pot conference, the
narcotics law enforcement groups released a decoy location change announcement
to attempt to deter the sign-waving, slogan-shouting demonstrators. It didn’t
work.

Finally, just for fun, and perhaps to inspire, we leave you
with the inimitable words of the Good Doctor:

“We would be attending the conference under
false pretenses and dealing, from the start, with a crowd that was convened for
the stated purpose of putting people like us in jail. We were the Menace – not
in disguise, but stone-obvious drug abusers, with a flagrantly cranked-up act
that we intended to push all the way to the limit...not to prove any final,
sociological point, and not even as a conscious mockery: It was mainly a matter
of life-style, a sense of obligation and even duty. If the Pigs were gathering
in Vegas for a top-level Drug Conference, we felt the drug culture should be
represented.”

~ Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and
Loathing in Las Vegas

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